The power of the Bright Crown spread downward, and after giving He Yiming the feeling of being like a deity in the world, it began to radiate that power outward.

The Dragon Serpent atop the peak abruptly opened its colossal eyes, within which flickered a sharp gleam.

As the master of Ghost Cry Ridge, it naturally sensed this radiant energy, which was completely antithetical to the power it possessed. Furthermore, the magnitude of this Light Power was extraordinary; even it felt a profound sense of threat.

In truth, given the Dragon Serpent’s sheer size, the inherent depth and might of its own power far surpassed that of any human.

No matter how high humans cultivated their realms, constrained by their physical forms, they could never compete in terms of sheer brute strength against such a behemoth.

It was just like the time it left Ghost Cry Ridge to fight the Patriarch of the Yellow Springs; no matter how many times the Patriarch struck it, the Dragon Serpent treated it as mere tickling, never taking it seriously. Conversely, a single solid blow from the Dragon Serpent was enough to force that pinnacle expert of the Human Dao to retreat in lingering resentment.

This was the fundamental difference in physique between humans and powerful Sacred Beasts—an insurmountable chasm within the Human Dao realms.

Of course, those in the Divine Dao who could command the might of heaven and earth were the exception.

The Divine Dao was a realm that shattered biological limitations. Within this state, strength was no longer determined by individual size but by the extent of the heaven and earth's power one could control.

However, at this moment, the Dragon Serpent suddenly felt that the young man cultivating before it possessed a power that inspired genuine dread. If this energy were allowed to mature, it might indeed possess the ability to suppress the beast.

A flicker of confusion crossed its eyes as the Dragon Serpent blinked its massive pupils, puzzled. Could this fellow actually be advancing toward the Divine Dao?

White Horse Thunder, Precious Pig, and others also shifted their focus, yet they remained obediently in place, refraining from investigating.

They had already learned during He Yiming’s battle with Franklin that He Yiming also possessed a Light Constitution. Still, cultivating Light Power in this place saturated with Yin Sha Qi was certainly an unprecedented feat.

Yet, no one knew that He Yiming was currently plunging into a profound crisis.

He was experiencing the process of infinite craving that Franklin had once endured.

The power of Light was incomparably potent; anyone experiencing the all-powerful illusion of godhood would sink into it without resistance.

Power—this was the infinite yearning of cultivators. For even greater strength, they were often willing to discard everything.

At this instant, He Yiming clearly perceived his body and his inner world broadcasting signals of deep yearning toward this Light Power.

Familiar scenes flashed through his mind: White Horse Thunder devouring the inner core of the Silver Eel King, the One Hundred and Eight consuming the White Stone, Precious Pig tempering its body in magma, and even the mindless Divine Dao Coagulated Blood Man absorbing the power of intent and the souls of the dead during the Great Temple Tribulation.

A vague sense of seeing through everything surfaced in He Yiming’s heart.

All of this stemmed from the craving for power. It was integrated into the instinct of every living being; whether intentional or unintentional, their sole objective was to elevate their strength as much as possible, constantly drawing closer to the apex of the biological chain.

He let out a long breath, and a subtle smile touched the face of He Yiming, enveloped in light. They were like this; how could he be any different?

Perhaps it was due to this momentary realization and his glimpse into a certain essence of living beings that his heart began to pound violently. The strong, forceful rhythm sounded like war drums beating before a battle, infusing every inch of his cells with fighting spirit and vigor.

If they could achieve such heights, how could he possibly lag behind!

The golden crown above his head abruptly dimmed for a moment, then flashed with a slightly demonic brilliance.

The instant He Yiming achieved a certain understanding, immense power surged up from his Chaotic Dantian, flooding his meridians and every part of his body.

This was the power of Chaos, the primal force capable of containing all attributes. In the face of this power, even the mightiest Light Power struggled to impose any temptation or control over He Yiming.

He Yiming’s body jolted abruptly, his spirit instantly snapping back from the boundless reverie and godlike sensations.

Although he could still feel the pleasure brought by the Light Power upon him, his heart had turned cold as glacial ice, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin.

He recalled Franklin’s ultimate fate—that gruesome spectacle of his body rupturing from being unable to withstand overly immense power. He recalled the Holy Dragon Lord he had seen in the Boundary of Life and Death, who failed to advance further due to insufficient heaven and earth energy and perished just before becoming a Divine Beast.

These were living examples, now replaying vividly in his mind.

He had the distinct feeling that if he had remained in that state just moments ago, the outcome awaiting him would have been identical to Franklin’s.

He drew deep, slow breaths, inhaling the cool, Yin Sha-laden air, which gradually calmed his wildly beating heart.

At this moment, although the vast Light Power still enveloped He Yiming’s body, it could no longer beguile his mind or his physical form.

He hesitated for a moment, then actively manipulated the omnipresent Chaotic Force within him, using this most primitive energy to approach the area in his Dantian where light and darkness intertwined.

Unexpectedly, under this new contact, the previously defiant Light Power became surprisingly compliant. Under his control, it began to slowly recede, yielding the territory it had encroached upon.

And the Dark Power, which had been on the defensive, immediately filled these vacated spaces without hesitation.

He Yiming tentatively tried to control the dark forces laced with Yin Sha Qi again, and the result filled him with immense joy, for these dark energies responded to his will as if they were his own limbs.

At this juncture, he began to dimly understand.

While Light and Dark forces were inherently opposed, like the Five Elements, they also possessed a relationship of mutual generation and restraint.

With his Chaotic Physique, once he gained complete mastery over one of these powers, gaining control over the other would become a natural, inevitable consequence.

Infinite emotion swelled in his heart.

Crisis and opportunity always existed side-by-side.

After successfully maintaining his self amidst the overwhelming Light Power, he had finally seized this rare opportunity, using the Chaotic Force as the conduit to truly bring the vast Light Power within his Dantian under his command.

This time, it was true, absolute mastery—the ability to command it with the same ease as commanding ordinary strength.

Only then did He Yiming finally let out a long, deep sigh.

He opened his eyes, and the surrounding Light Power vanished completely, like a receding tide, leaving not a trace behind.

A trace of sheer fortune flickered in He Yiming’s gaze; he realized that under these circumstances, he had inexplicably earned the recognition of the Light Power.

Looking at his surroundings—the peak of Ghost Cry Ridge, shrouded in eerie spectral energy—He Yiming secretly congratulated himself for having donned the Bright Crown in this peculiar place.

It was only thanks to this that he could endure the trial of this power when its influence was minimized, ultimately relying on the unique capabilities of his Chaotic Dantian to break free and, in the end, truly master the Light Power.

If he had put on this crown in the radiant environment of the Temple, like Franklin, he likely would have suffered the same fate as His Holiness the Pope—being unable to control his desires, desperately absorbing and manipulating power that was not truly his, leading to ultimate self-destruction.

Vast quantities of Yin Sha Qi flowed into He Yiming’s body, converging toward his Dantian.

He Yiming calmed his spirit, concentrating all his attention on the place where light and dark energies circulated.

Light and Dark forces formed a wondrous cycle within his Dantian, and it was the strength generated by this cycle that fused all the Divine Weapons and divine energies together.

They became like a flowing Great Wall, guarding He Yiming’s ultimate power.

Under He Yiming’s deliberate control, the Light Power began to wane, replaced by a steady influx of Yin Sha Qi, establishing a delicate equilibrium between the two forces, each ultimately occupying half of the domain.

Feeling this ceaseless flow of power, a single thought suddenly arose in He Yiming’s mind.

The moment this thought surfaced, his emotions surged, becoming impossible to suppress.

The forces of light and dark began to merge slowly within his Dantian. This was not the result of one power crushing the other’s space, but the genuine process of two fundamentally different forces blending together.

It was akin to what Franklin and Garfield had achieved—perfectly fusing these two powers to form a Light-Dark Unification, much like the cycle of the Five Elements.

Although He Yiming had achieved something similar over the sea, the Light and Dark powers he released had only merged externally.

Internal fusion within the Dantian was entirely different, the difficulty exponentially greater.

Prior to this day, even He Yiming had never imagined achieving this super-tier power of Light-Dark Unification within his Dantian. But now, having completely mastered both Light and Dark energies, he felt a genuine stirring of ambition.

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